JonDlundyn Parker adventure #2
November 9th 2006 18:44
Chapter 2
PLANNING REVENGE
Ho Sin Lee was shrouded in tight blue curls of cigarette smoke. He sat and talked rapid fire Mandarin into the phone, holding it in one hand as the other hand gesticulated around his head, swirling the tobacco smoke around and around him like a mini typhoon wind. His computer terminal flashed and pinged as messages were received. His gold-rimmed glasses reflected the blue glow of the terminal in the dark room. “He has stolen my money, he has dishonoured me and he has bothered me too many times. It must finish. He must be eliminated.”
Ho Sin was now nodding and uttering guttural grunts into the mouthpiece of the phone. As the other party seemed to agree he said. “Yes and make sure you get that hideous gorilla that he has as a friend as well.”
Ho Sin Lee had spent a considerable amount of time, effort and money to set up a chain of drug distribution to the lucrative market on the East Coast of Australia. He did not deal in high quality drugs but by cutting down the quality of those that he handled he had a fast turn over, as he was selling cheaper. The trade in Australia then did what they wanted to do. They would cut it, trade it and use it for any number of purposes before it was released to the streets. His part was to buy at source and deliver. To do this he had decided to stand well back from the operation and to get his middle brother to do the work and take the risks. His brother did after all consider himself an action man. Working out in the dojo, working out with the girls and working out with his deplorable friends. It had been easy at first to tempt the ship’s crews to take the risk of getting containers on board the tankers and as they raced down the coast of Australia, wait for the right moment and drop the package over the side. A high-speed motor launch disguised as an offshore recreational fishing boat then did the pick up and dropped off at the mainland. However as time went on the chain had to be more and more elaborate. More people became involved until whole ship’s crews and their masters were to be paid. Not a lot mind you but it still cut into the profit. Then the distribution along the coast had to be covered with more camouflage. Deals were being cut on fishing boats and pleasure cruisers and by then, distribution was well out of his hands. Sometimes they got caught and sometimes they got killed. No matter it was so far down the chain, that he was never going to be implicated. One of his major distributors had just been killed.
A stupid business Ho Sin thought. Trying to rob the couriers of a little of their money. Not so little really he mused. Nearly half a million dollars in used notes. A very messy business as well. He had received an email detailing the killing and a tame police source, a former Hong Kong police sergeant, Alby Woo in Newcastle, had emailed him pictures of the scene. There were the drugs all accounted for except for two packets and very little of the money. Two adventurers had inadvertently arrived on the scene and simply helped themselves. That it had to be that cocky Lundyn Parker who had tweaked his tail before was an outrage. This time he would die for his cockiness. This tiger had had his tail pulled once too often.
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In a small gymnasium a couple of guys were squared off in a boxing ring. The bout looked like it may be a bit one sided. The two men were wearing head and cheek pads and both were sweating profusely. The larger of the two, in muscle bulk only, was lightning fast on his feet despite his age. He had huge arms and was wearing oversize gloves to fit his massive paws. He jabbed his opponent with short swift jabs to the body. They were well blocked but the power behind the punches reeled the other man to the ropes. Dancing clear and wiping at his face with his glove the more slender of the two reached out a long loping left hand, it seemed to be in slow motion but in actual fact it is as fast as a cat snatching at a low flying bird. Just as quick the punch is blocked with a giant glove but the same instant a right smashes through the defence to land a head-jarring blow to the big fellow. But it is like hitting a brick wall. The large man simply shakes the sweat from his eyes and bounces forward menacing with his gloved fists.
“Time” shouted out an grizzled old man called the General, who was wearing thick- rimmed glasses and a flat brimmed felt hat. “Time before you kill each other!” he laughs.
Both men instantly drop their gloved hands and start to suck in air. Large, gulping lung-fulls. Their heart rate was up and pumping and the adrenalin racing through their bodies. Now they slow to a stop the pores of their skin open up and they begin to sweat profusely. Bodies glistening, they hug each other in friendly embrace.
“You two have to remember you are only sparring. Save the heavy stuff for the right time”. The pugilists look shamefaced at each other then at the little General.
“It wasn’t that bad.,” claimed Lundyn Parker. “I thought he was taking a bit of punishment, he was just too stubborn to lie down.”
“When you’re good enough to knock me down I’ll stay down’ replied Roscoe Tanner good naturedly.
In the showers the two men washed down and cool off. Rubbing themselves with towels they discuss the rest of their day. A sailing trip probably to the worker’s club for a few quiet ales then a spot of night fishing and crabbing in the lake. Lundyn pulls on his Mickey Mouse boxer shorts, slips into a pair of cut down jeans and pulls on a rugby top. Roscoe on the other hand dons a black lacy g-string, a pair of baggy-blue Helly Hansen sailing shorts and a singlet. Nobody in these dressing sheds has ever dared question Roscoe on his underwear nor would they dare to mention it to another soul. Roscoe was well known for solving problems with his huge fists.
Will his fists be big enough to protect himself from Ho Sin?
PLANNING REVENGE
Ho Sin Lee was shrouded in tight blue curls of cigarette smoke. He sat and talked rapid fire Mandarin into the phone, holding it in one hand as the other hand gesticulated around his head, swirling the tobacco smoke around and around him like a mini typhoon wind. His computer terminal flashed and pinged as messages were received. His gold-rimmed glasses reflected the blue glow of the terminal in the dark room. “He has stolen my money, he has dishonoured me and he has bothered me too many times. It must finish. He must be eliminated.”
Ho Sin was now nodding and uttering guttural grunts into the mouthpiece of the phone. As the other party seemed to agree he said. “Yes and make sure you get that hideous gorilla that he has as a friend as well.”
Ho Sin Lee had spent a considerable amount of time, effort and money to set up a chain of drug distribution to the lucrative market on the East Coast of Australia. He did not deal in high quality drugs but by cutting down the quality of those that he handled he had a fast turn over, as he was selling cheaper. The trade in Australia then did what they wanted to do. They would cut it, trade it and use it for any number of purposes before it was released to the streets. His part was to buy at source and deliver. To do this he had decided to stand well back from the operation and to get his middle brother to do the work and take the risks. His brother did after all consider himself an action man. Working out in the dojo, working out with the girls and working out with his deplorable friends. It had been easy at first to tempt the ship’s crews to take the risk of getting containers on board the tankers and as they raced down the coast of Australia, wait for the right moment and drop the package over the side. A high-speed motor launch disguised as an offshore recreational fishing boat then did the pick up and dropped off at the mainland. However as time went on the chain had to be more and more elaborate. More people became involved until whole ship’s crews and their masters were to be paid. Not a lot mind you but it still cut into the profit. Then the distribution along the coast had to be covered with more camouflage. Deals were being cut on fishing boats and pleasure cruisers and by then, distribution was well out of his hands. Sometimes they got caught and sometimes they got killed. No matter it was so far down the chain, that he was never going to be implicated. One of his major distributors had just been killed.
A stupid business Ho Sin thought. Trying to rob the couriers of a little of their money. Not so little really he mused. Nearly half a million dollars in used notes. A very messy business as well. He had received an email detailing the killing and a tame police source, a former Hong Kong police sergeant, Alby Woo in Newcastle, had emailed him pictures of the scene. There were the drugs all accounted for except for two packets and very little of the money. Two adventurers had inadvertently arrived on the scene and simply helped themselves. That it had to be that cocky Lundyn Parker who had tweaked his tail before was an outrage. This time he would die for his cockiness. This tiger had had his tail pulled once too often.

In a small gymnasium a couple of guys were squared off in a boxing ring. The bout looked like it may be a bit one sided. The two men were wearing head and cheek pads and both were sweating profusely. The larger of the two, in muscle bulk only, was lightning fast on his feet despite his age. He had huge arms and was wearing oversize gloves to fit his massive paws. He jabbed his opponent with short swift jabs to the body. They were well blocked but the power behind the punches reeled the other man to the ropes. Dancing clear and wiping at his face with his glove the more slender of the two reached out a long loping left hand, it seemed to be in slow motion but in actual fact it is as fast as a cat snatching at a low flying bird. Just as quick the punch is blocked with a giant glove but the same instant a right smashes through the defence to land a head-jarring blow to the big fellow. But it is like hitting a brick wall. The large man simply shakes the sweat from his eyes and bounces forward menacing with his gloved fists.
“Time” shouted out an grizzled old man called the General, who was wearing thick- rimmed glasses and a flat brimmed felt hat. “Time before you kill each other!” he laughs.
Both men instantly drop their gloved hands and start to suck in air. Large, gulping lung-fulls. Their heart rate was up and pumping and the adrenalin racing through their bodies. Now they slow to a stop the pores of their skin open up and they begin to sweat profusely. Bodies glistening, they hug each other in friendly embrace.
“You two have to remember you are only sparring. Save the heavy stuff for the right time”. The pugilists look shamefaced at each other then at the little General.
“It wasn’t that bad.,” claimed Lundyn Parker. “I thought he was taking a bit of punishment, he was just too stubborn to lie down.”
“When you’re good enough to knock me down I’ll stay down’ replied Roscoe Tanner good naturedly.
In the showers the two men washed down and cool off. Rubbing themselves with towels they discuss the rest of their day. A sailing trip probably to the worker’s club for a few quiet ales then a spot of night fishing and crabbing in the lake. Lundyn pulls on his Mickey Mouse boxer shorts, slips into a pair of cut down jeans and pulls on a rugby top. Roscoe on the other hand dons a black lacy g-string, a pair of baggy-blue Helly Hansen sailing shorts and a singlet. Nobody in these dressing sheds has ever dared question Roscoe on his underwear nor would they dare to mention it to another soul. Roscoe was well known for solving problems with his huge fists.
Will his fists be big enough to protect himself from Ho Sin?
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